One of Nate's favorite things is potatoes.
They are the perfect size for his little hands, so any time he finds any, he loves to take one in each hand and run around the house.
I don't know if he's saving them for later, or playing a game with us, but he also likes to hide potatoes in different places in the house: under the couch, behind the bed, in drawers, etc...
One time we found two potatoes in the back seat of our car - which means that Nate smuggled them in there, without us knowing, under his coat.
Yesterday, Rosemary prepared a bucket of water to mop the house, and when she tried to put the mop in it she found that someone had put a bunch of potatoes into the bucket when she wasn't looking.
A little while later I was in the other room and heard Nathaniel coming down the hall sounding upset.
I looked at him, and he was holding this partially-eaten potato, with raw potato bits coming out of his mouth - as he tried to spit out the thing which he loves so much, but yet which he had just found out tastes really bad!
If you ever want to get on Nate's good side - you won't do it with candy or chocolate - since he hasn't ever eaten either. For him, its potatoes all the way.